Note from Bookbuddy: The first in this trilogy is Adult World described how through miss fortune this group of swinger after intrigue and police harassment end up on a farm. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this
This second novella, Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world separating passion and love. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. Read the stories before this to follow the full story.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to understand the characters and background.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all, enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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For five years, Suzy Newlove operated the "Country Cafe" in Burntwood. Establishment woes over, those challenges that happen with beginning small business projects, the enterprise now turning a small profit. Suzy rented a three-bedroom house two streets back from the Country Cafe. A five-minute walk for her when she began at five in the morning.
Country Cafe was an old wooden house along the state highway. There were a group of similar places: converted houses, turned into coffee shops, art galleries and quirky 'brick a brack' shops that lined the highway both sides. The primary thoroughfare lined with trees, and a grassed median strip, with seasonal flower beds down the centre on both sides. Burntwood is a favourite place for the middle-class city residence to come visit to weekend to dine and to have romantic weekends. Country Life had pale green walls, the deck bordered with a white balustrade. A deck on the sunny front side contained the main dining tables. The old lounge walls were now open french doors into the diner. The galley out back expanded from the old kitchen and dining room, providing a generous food preparation space.
To earn extra cash, Suzy operated a casual AirBnB in her rented home, she fantasised owning her own place once the business took off. Her AirBnB had an excellent occupancy on weekends, she had a room at the rear of her garage which she hoped to lease out long term on the sly. These income streams added to the pot of cash put aside to buy her own place in Burntwood.
Prior to marriage Suzy had a liberal view of sex, she married a guy who turned out to be very uptight. She felt used, his possession, she couldn't be herself. A party girl before meeting him. Great looking, everybody loved him, the girls were so jealous when she claimed him, much to her detriment. He kept her mentally locked up at home as a homemaker. He wanted, no needed children and quickly, she hadn't thought of kids and didn't really feel motherly. Before marriage, she decided children was something she didn't want and couldn't manage. She took birth control and silently refused to grant him the one thing he desired: his own son. He thought perhaps he wasn't man enough, his sperm was faulty so at his insistence, they went to a family planning clinic to discover why they couldn't have kids. She was petrified as she knew all to well why she wasn't falling pregnant, she tried to avoid the family planning clinic but he bullied her into going.
The visit blew up spectacularly. He was quiet, too quiet, when they drove home from the clinic after the bombshell results. He was quiet going into the house, then he exploded.
"You fuckin' knew, you bitch, you fuckin' knew. Five hundred bucks down the drain and you fuckin' knew." His swipe came from nowhere and hit her full across the ear. Her ears rang and her eyes watered as she fell sideways. His boot collected the side of the face as she hit the deck, followed by a second in the stomach. He reined blows on her as she curled into a fetal position, protecting her head with her arms.
"You fuckin' bitch, you knew, you're just a whore, who else were you fuckin'? You whore scared of getting pregnant from someone else were you? We're done whore, I'm done with you fuckin' bitch." He roared as he continued to kick and punch her. She didn't know how long she was on the floor, at one point the pain went away and she lost all focus, the world went black.
A neighbour found her in the hallway of the house, she hadn't even made it the kitchen. The neighbour called the police and the ambulance service.
On recovery, she moved out of state to this quiet country town, starting anew with her meagre resources and a name change, leaving him in jail for nearly beating her to death. With no work experience since marriage, she developed one skill, cooking, she loved it with a passion. Now recognised, running her own life, she could do anything she damn wanted.
Temperatures in the cafe kitchen felt like your skin boiled, she spent most of her time in that kitchen, she dressed to be suitable both front of house and the kitchen. As a result, she would be overheated at the end of her day. Suzy had taken to wearing very little around her own dwelling. She had tall fences in her little yard and nobody overlooked her garden. She practised developing an all-over tan whenever she could, it helped her self-confidence and wellbeing. Friday and Saturday are the only dinner services at the cafe, leaving late afternoon daylight hours in for restful sun baking. She did this if she had no guests, leaving her accounts until evening.
One hot sunny afternoon, wearing only a white cotton kaftan, she went to offer her clients a cold drink. Relaxing on the deck; she hadn't noticed, but they were close together on sun lounges, the girl was topless and wearing only a g-string he was oiling her down wearing the briefest of budgie smugglers. It was obvious why they called them budgie smugglers, that was quite a package squashed in them. She stopped to watch, avoiding interrupting the very personal moment for lovers.
He reached over and licked and suck on his partner's right breast. He worked his way to her left and back again. Suzy could feel her own wetness developing, she stood still just watching this love making develop. His hand slide down his partner's well-oiled front, his fingers disappearing beneath the tiny yellow triangle G-String. Watching from behind the verandah post, those fingers working up and down inside her guests slot. She was becoming hot, her need rising, rubbing her own private parts from the outside with one hand while. Her white knickers were in the way. She lifted the light white cotton of the kaftan and pushed her right fingers in her underwear. Briefly thinking what if they look now, but she reasoned they were having sex in her home, they must expect her to turn up anytime and anyway they couldn't see her hand behind the verandah post?
She closed her eyes and rubbed a little harder, trying to focus on one of the beautiful moments she had had with her previous hubby when she opened them the guy was staring right at her. She pulled her hand out immediately, brushing down her kaftan. He signalled her to come close. She hesitated, instinctively wanting to turn and run in doors, blood rising from her neck reddening her face, the devil on her shoulder said go see them, something fun might happen.
She approached the pair; he was still inside his other half; she was stroking her breasts and nipples with her hands.